“A lesson?” Again, with those words, lesson, and punish. I can’t deny the fire they ignite inside of me.
“For disobeying me.” His eyes darken, his touch feather light against my bare bottom.
Biting my lip, I act on my liquid courage. “Punish me.”
I feel a rush of air across my bottom before his hand lands firmly on my cheek. The sting makes me gasp. A tingle shoots straight to my clit. His warm hand ordering me into submission turns me on more than I have ever been. He brings out something in me. It feels natural to be laid over his lap like this, so much so that it worries me. Is something wrong with me?
“What I would give for you to be bouncing on my cock right now…” His voice is a soothing rumble.
His hand comes down on my bare cheeks, and by the third smack, I can’t bear the pleasure that consumes my body. I wiggle, needing to relieve the tension and the throbbing ache inside me. I rock against his knee, moaning as I apply the right amount of pressure on my clit.
Aiden reaches between my legs and slides his fingers through my slit. They stay on my clit, circling and stroking it. “I’m making you wet.” His tone is pleased. “You’re too drunk for me to do anything sexual to you.”
He pulls me flush against him, my trembling legs straddling him. The stinging sensation lingers as his fingers trail on my shoulders. I don’t want it to go away, a reminder that his hands were on me. What is wrong with me?
“I want you.”
He cups my chin, our lips so close I can smell his minty breath. “Too bad, sweetheart.”
Playing this cat and mouse game doesn’t help. I need him, crave him. Bringing my lips to his neck I plant kisses on his skin, gently rocking my body against him.
He grips my waist, halting my movements. “You’re drunk, babe.”
I lay my head against his chest, breathing deeply to calm myself. “I’m so sorry.” I bite my lip, wanting to please him.
“You have to obey me.” The word ‘obey’ rolls of his tongue in a sexual manner, overpowering my senses.
I continue to bite my lip, nervously.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just…” I pause, trying to keep my words from slurring. His presence is intoxicating. “I like when you’re like this.”
He nods, not a hint of judgement in his tone. “You’re discovering what you like, and I’m so fucking happy I have the honor of showing you everything.” His fingers graze my bare shoulder. “But if you ever feel uncomfortable about anything, just let me know, okay?”
“Is something wrong with me for liking those things?”
A small laugh escapes his lips. “No, babe, nothing is wrong with you. I’m actually relieved you don’t mind me being a little rough.” He kisses my neck. “I want to throw you on the bed and have my way with you. I knew you would be submissive, but fuck, I’m so excited for when you’re fully sober and I can do whatever I want to you.” He growls into my ear.
I squeeze my legs together, hoping for some relief.
He looks down at my shuffling. “Another thing.” He tugs my legs apart. “There’s no need for you to touch yourself.” He bites his lip as his eyes trail up and down my body.
“Why?”
“You’re mine…this cunt is mine.” He stares into my eyes as he places his hand over it, covering me fully. “I can take care of you. I can make you feel things you never thought you could.”
I shiver at his words, the fire burning deep inside me. He tilts his head, waiting for an answer. I want to turn him on. Maybe if I play into this fun side, he’ll understand I’m sober now and we can mess around.
I straddle his waist as I play with his hair, peering at him with innocent eyes. “Yes, Mr. Scott.”
I’m surprised by how natural my words sound. But my voice startles me the most, seductive and low. I can tell Aiden is surprised too as his breathing picks up.
“I’ve got to get you out of here. Let’s get you home. We’ll go find Ashley.”
Remembering how indisposed Ashley is, I place a hand on his chest. “Wait.” I don’t know if he’ll freak out about Ashley and Ricky. “I’ll go grab her.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You’re not going anywhere.” His words are final as he squeezes my hand before heading for the door.
“Please,” I beg, stumbling slightly.
He raises a brow. “Are you worried about me catching her with Ricky?” He laughs. “I’m more perceptive than that. I already saw them as we walked up here.”
“Are you mad at her?”
He laughs. “Why would I give a fuck? She’s grown up and can do whatever she wants. Plus, I’m fucking her best friend so…”
I stop in my tracks. “I’m grown and I can’t do whatever I want,” I protest.
He lifts my face, so I’m forced to look into his eyes. “You’re mine, princess. I don’t give a fuck what anyone in the world does. As long as they aren’t messing with you, it’s none of my business.” He wraps one hand protectively around my waist as we walk down the hall.
He tugs open the curtain to the other VIP room. “Drive her back to my place.”
I hear Ashley scream and some shuffling. Aiden laughs as we head downstairs.
Aiden
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I lift Emma into my arms. She’s exhausted from the events of the day and I can’t blame her. I make sure to hold her dress down. I can’t believe she didn’t wear any panties.
The thought infuriates me, but I can’t help but imagine how easy it would’ve been to slip inside her earlier. It’s too bad she drank tonight. I would never take advantage of her. Teasing is one thing, but anything more would be too much.
I gently place her in the Mercedes and buckle her in. I slide in quietly, pressing the ignition and hearing the twin turbo engine purr to life. She stirs but doesn’t wake. I take a moment to take in her features; she looks so sweet and innocent, with her face smushed against the leather seat.
I’m thankful she’s safe. I have to protect her from the horrors of the world. Even if I am one of them, I’m too selfish to stay away from her.
My mind wanders to what just happened. I had to restrain myself from taking her right there on the couch when she started grinding on my leg while I spanked her.
I don’t know what this girl is doing to me. We were fooling around but I felt a primal urge to teach her a lesson. Any other girl, I would have just said fuck it and not dealt with the drama. But it’s just different with Emma.
At the thought of her ass bouncing on my knee and the wetness I felt when I checked her pussy, the bulge in my pants grows. I need relief badly. I wish more than anything that none of this happened, that we were at home and she was sober so we could fuck.
At a red light, I peek over. The moon casts a faint glow on her tiny silhouette. One of her breasts hangs out from the thin fabric of her dress. That fucking dress. I rub myself through my pants, attempting to relieve some of my tension.
Unable to handle the throbbing, I unzip my pants and grasp my length, gently stroking it as I remember the way she grinded against me earlier. I want to hold her by her waist and slam her onto my cock while I revel in the feeling of her stretching around me. And since she was a bad girl and wore no panties, it would be easy to simply slide into her. I can’t wait for tomorrow so I can do just that. I pump my cock to the thoughts of her.